𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 - 𝐀. 𝐆𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐔

𝟱 :𝗣𝗨𝗥𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗘

-monsters in the dark don't ever rest
we need to prove that we're the best

A RAISON D'ETRE GIVES A PERSON POWER, is what you remember thinking as you watched your father stuck the syringe in your veins. Blood dripped from your lips. You try your best to hide your pain as your father checked on your stoic look. He pressed down on the syringe and took it out once it went empty.

The chemical's side effects struck you. You started to hyperventilate, and your eyes were filled with tears. Yet this seemed ordinary to the puppet master in front of you. He clicked his tongue and clanked the floor with his shoes while he went back to his table. He took note of your new reaction to the liquid and smiled in delight to see your vitals' improvement.

"I need you to visit Kunugigaoka High School today," your father commanded, not meeting your eyes.

"What exactly do you want me to do?" your breathing still labored.

"Manipulate their board chairman."

The subtle art of manipulation. A craft you mastered too quickly for everyone's liking. A game you often played to get what you want. Yet you never questioned yourself. You don't ask yourself if the problem is you. You always say the problem is someone else. It wasn't something to be proud of, yes. But it was indeed something you needed to survive in this hell your father thrust you in.

In actuality, no matter how you look at it, manipulating will always be wrong. Your excuses are just you trying to convince yourself that you're different from your father. Your past trauma may be at fault, but that doesn't mean you're exempted from using absurd methods. People who feel the need to control others don't have control over themselves was something both [last name]'s failed to notice.

"To do what?"

"Give you information about a certain octopus."

"Too scared to do it yourself?" you weakly smirked.

Your father's fist went in contact with his wooden desk. Increasing the uneasy tension in the room.

"I have never been afraid of anything."

"Oh?" you taunted, your [eye color] irises turning a faint red.

"Do you want to start a war with me [first name]?"

War. Something you have experienced too many times. A war that determines who's left and not who's right. A war where you have once lost and died. Another childish battle with your father unfazed you. After all, you just wanted him to question his morals and ask: Do monsters make war, or does action make monsters?

You hummed. "You're gonna grow white hair much faster if you keep on stressing, father."

"YOU ARE THE CAUSE OF MY STRESS!" He yelled while pointing an accusing finger at you.

"Then stop injecting me with the serum."

All the air left his lungs as he suddenly found it too hard to breathe. The realization dawning upon him that he was the only one to blame for making you live so long. Your father's breath hitched as he finally glanced at your piercing red eyes. Eyes swirling an emotion he never knew you were incapable of feeling. You looked down on the man now sitting with his head held low.

"You know I'll win, [first name]," your father whispered.

"And you know I'll fight."

A knock then was heard from Botan's office. The tension in the room suddenly split in half as your father said: "Come in."

"[last name]-sama, the limo is ready for [first name]-sama," your personal butler said.

"What will happen if I come back empty-handed?"

"Obviously," he paused. "You'll lose your purpose."

You faced the side and clicked your tongue in annoyance.

"You are dismissed," Botan said to the both of you.

Without a loving farewell, you slammed the door shut, frightening everyone in the hallway except for the demon inside the office. You confidently strutted to the car, wearing your red vest.

"See you later, [last name]-sama," your butler gave you a genuine smile. While you just nodded before instructing the driver to go and close the windows.

Unbeknownst to you, you left your father in distress. His inner demons are terrified of your new-found strength. Botan pulled on his hair as he can't help but give in to his demons' commands: "Break her. They need to see her broken, so we can gain the respect that we deserve."

How about surviving for a raison d'etre?

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btw, instead of being in their 3rd year of junior high i made it 3rd year of high school so it would be more age appropriate. Koro-sensei will still be there and there will still be hierarchy. So basically everything is just the same except for their year level.

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